The female was weaker than she looked because she fell into a heap. Quick as a flash, she was up and running.
He wasn’t sure where the hell she planned on running to. She was liable to hurt herself. What would Coal say then? Fuck the fire prince. The female was his now. He didn’t understand why he’d even thought of the male. Torrent hooked an arm around her waist.
“Let go of me!” She yelled. The human twisted and the palm of her hand managed to connect with his face.
Two slaps in one day. It was a record.
The female grimaced and looked at her hand. Silly human was definitely going to hurt herself if she wasn’t careful.
“Feel better?” He kept his gaze on her.
“No. I wish I was stronger.” She cradled the hand against her chest. “I would punch the snot out of you. What the hell is wrong with you?”
He didn’t have the time or the inclination to have a discussion with her.
